Perfectly Imperfect Poem by Ezequiel Santiago Secchiari

Perfectly Imperfect

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She was punk
n' she loved jazz

She could be active
but a little passive

She would be be lunatic
in the great big antartic

She was strange
but also insane

Little bit crazy
little bit lazy

Originality
was kind of her personality

She could love
She could moan

She'll be mine
sometime

I'll be hers
till i lose my breath

Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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